Monday, July 2, 2007

How It Works For Us


I say I don’t think I can blah blah blah

          blah blah blah, blah blah blah,

and that’s why blah blah blah blah

          blah blah blah blah. And blah blah blah blah

          blah blah blah.

So unless blah blah blah blah blah,

          blah blah blah blah blah

then we can’t ever blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.


She takes a moment for composure. In the silence I know I’ve talked too long and said very little.


Listen to yourself, she says,

with grace and fortitude,

then with a word makes

debilitating love to me

before leaving me alone

for the night.



Poems by Matt Plavnick

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